I can’t believe I ever got mixed up with that disgusting old man, Gibson. Sure, he’s hot for his age, I won’t deny that. But he’s boring, clingy, and completely insufferable. Not to mention, I have no patience for his type… not anymore.
I hadn’t seen him for days. First, because Baron had beaten him senseless, and then because I was laid up, recovering from that mess in the ant’s woods. But the more I thought about it, the more I boiled with anger. If I had a gun, I’d shoot the first person who crossed my path.
I was leaning against my gate when Gibson showed up, demanding I let him in. He looked rough, but his arrogance was intact.
“You, Gibson, get out of here. You’re not coming in,” I said firmly. This is my house now. He might have paid for everything before, but now he was a deadbe
